Okay, so Harvey didn't take five minutes, he took more like six or seven

Okay, so Harvey didn't take five minutes, he took more like six or seven. I nagged him about being late though, just because it's funny to have the all-mighty District Attorney just sit there and take critisicm. Anyway, he sped a little (like anyone cared; the roads were empty) and got there in record time. He knew I was worried about my sister, and he's really sensitive when it comes to family stuff.

So finally, we're there. I thank him, give him a little kiss on the cheek and sprint towards the hospital. I open the door and step inside quietly, not wanting to wake anyone or something. This really apathetic looking nurse was sitting at the front desk, and she turns to me and gives me this nasty glare.

"Sorry ma'am, visiting hours are over. You can come back a little later. Our visiting hours are in this pamphlet." She starts dangling this piece of paper in front of her, like she expects me to come and get it. To hell with her; my sister's in there! ...Of course, I didn't say that. That's something the Sleeper would say, not Marissa Hardy. So I walk over to her, take the pamphlet, spray my nifty little knock-out gas in her face and she falls asleep. ...Okay, okay, so Marissa Hardy has a Sleeper side. Who doesn't? Hey, when you have the ability to be the Sleeper, I say you do it when you can.

"Ugh! Falling asleep on the job, I see!" I say, turning on the ball of my foot and walking away. I become Marissa Hardy again, putting on my "no emotions" face, walking somberly down the hall. I look in every single window into every single room until I see my dear sister. I fling open the door, and I tell you, you will not believe what I saw. It was that psycho in a bat suit!

"Are you Felicia's sister?" He asked. His voice was almost more monotone then mine was. I didn't want to risk having my voice crack, or go and say something stupid, so I just nodded. I mangaged to say a few words also, but very quietly.

"What happened to her?" It was the battle of the Impassives!

"She was caught in a shootout between the Joker and the police. She was on the the seven hostages--"

"I'm not unintellegent. I watch the news." I told him. It's true; I remember I was helping Harvey write a speech when he got a phone call to turn on the news, so we did. And bam! there was news about some shootout. The Joker ended up giving three and a half of the hostages back (Hey, it's fair, right? Half of seven, after all!) and running away. We never found out who the hostages were, until now, of course. I don't really care about the other two...and a half.

"You sister ought to be alright physically within the next month." Batman stated. Then he just walked away. 'God, what a tight-ass!' the Sleeper thought. Marissa just dealt with him though. He wants to be like that, not my problem. I waled over to the edge of my sister's bed and just looked at her. She looked a little mentally scarred. I mean hey, even without this happening she'd be mentally scarred. I'm a little scarred too...I don't think anything good has happened since we moved from Bludhaven.

Wait, I didn't tell you, did I? Oh, yeah, me and my sister were Bludhaven survivors! ...You don't know what Bludhaven is? Don't you read the paper? Way back, like 5 years ago, there was this city called Bludhaven. Me and my sister used to live there, until there was this freak chemical spill and the whole city had to be evacuated. A lot of people got out right away, but me and my sister lived kind of in the middle of the city, so we got out around a week and a half after the spill. It did freaky things to us, no joke! She has these really cool cat-like abilities, like she has amazing reflexes, and I got hit on the head with something (you'd have to ask my sister if you want to know details; I can't remember for 3 months after this happened, I'm not kidding) and I have the ability to read people's pasts and futures when this stimulant in my brain reaches a certain level. I'm not exactly sure what it's called, but it's when I experience anything sensual. Like if someone I have a relationship with holds my hand or kisses me or something, I know their pasts and futures. How cool is that?

Anyway, I totally got off track just then. Sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah, after a while of just staring at my sister and thinking, I left, just as swiftly as Batman had. I had a full day ahead of me, and I don't think staring at my sister any longer would've helped her get better faster.

...Stupid freakin' bat psycho!